Lamenting from Contraband by Scrupulous

All of my life I've been waiting for someone to call mine, searching for a sign but I am blind wanting a better life but still everyday things are getting tougher trying to understand why do we suffer? To all you broken hearted... We all feel your pain... It's okay to cry... We all bleed and die... Struggling with pain and pride and sin, can I win? Is this all trite? I think we need the darkness in order to see the light. So I'm trying to hold it together despite this pressure. Now wondering if this is why we suffer? You have the answer but you won't share... And I saw you standing there all alone without a care and the world can be such a lonely place: blowing cold winds in your face. The rat race sets the pace to disgrace, but don't give chase. Cause we all... We all feel life's pain. We all are doomed to face life's fate. We all shall see our fateful day. There is no, there is no escape. We all shall see our fateful day when the world goes gray it's too late. I don't want to die, I want to live my life.

• Avante Garde
• Grunge
• Pop
• Punk
• Rock
• Phoenix